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“Atlas, is that a piercing?” I stare at his massive erection and see the two silver balls on the top of his tip. How had I missed that in the backseat of the car before? I kind of remember something, but everything was so rushed.
“Uhh yeah…” He laughs shyly. “I got the dydoe when I got the nipples done. If you want me to take it out, just give me a second.”
“No,” I say firmly. “I ummm…I’ll try it.” I can’t imagine it really doing much and I fear if we stop, I’ll lose my nerve and Ireallywanted to continue this.
“Shit, condom.” Atlas curses as he goes to get up. I grab his wrist.
“I’m clean, and I have an IUD.”
Atlas inhales sharply and his eyes almost brighten. “Uhmm…I get checked regularly. I’m completely clean. I promise, I think I have the picture in my phone.”
I chuckle and grip him. “I trust you. Come on.” I pull him towards me as I lay back down. Atlas exhales slowly as he grabs my hips. I squeak in surprise as he lifts my hips and angles his cock against my entrance. I gasp at the pressure of him sliding in, filling me completely.
“Shit,” He hisses as he stills. “God damn it, you feel so good.” He nearly whimpers as his breathing goes ragged.
I shift to look at him, and he puts a hand on my stomach. “I refuse to be your shortest fuck, Ren. Give me a second.” He states, and I stifle a laugh. After a moment, Atlas moves in and out slowly, and we both moan in unison. Okay, I was wrong, those two balls are adding such a firm pressure to my g spot, it’s almost too much.
“You ready, princess?” He whispers as he thrusts in me again.
I let out a cry before squeezing my walls around his cock, earning a ragged moan. “Ready.” I smirk.
Atlas grips my ass and lifts my lower half up as he drives into me. I cry out as my nails dig into his back.
“That’s my girl.” He praises, slamming into me again. “Dig those pretty nails in. Leave your mark on me.”
I wrap myself around his shoulders and squeal when he rolls us so I’m on top. “Crap, I’ll hurt you.”
“Oh no you don’t.” He bucks his hips, throwing me off balance. “Ride my cock.” He orders.
“Atlas, I don’t want to crush you.”
“Princess, I’m only going to say it nicely one more time: Ride. My. Cock.” I hesitate for a moment too long because he sighs in frustration before grabbing my throat and pulling me to his face.
“Whatever you are thinking,” his voice is deep and primal, and I feel it in my core. “Stop. Be a good girl and ride my fucking cock. Now.”
No one else could pull off saying that to me. But Atlas does, and very well evidently because I completely obey. I grind against him and bite back a cry of pleasure as that piercing presses against my inner wall.
“Look at you,” He marvels as he grips my hips tightly, helping me bounce on him. “You’re so fucking sexy, my god, your tits, your curves, this tight perfect pussy, and this sweet fucking ass.” He swats my ass and I moan while moving faster. “Are you going to come for me, Princess?” He asks between pants. I nod, unable to verbally communicate. “Good,” He smiles. “I want you to soak me.”
I whine out his name and then cry as he begins thrusting up into me while he does some magic with his knuckles on my clit.
“Oh no,” I cry, feeling the buildup, this time so much more intense.
“That’s my girl. Show me how good it feels. Come on Princess, ride it.” I cry with every thrust before I feel the explosion again, following Atlas praising me before I throw my head back and scream as I am given the most intense orgasm of my life. I feel my toes curling as I grab his throat without realizing it.
“That’s it,” He gasps. “Take charge, choke me princess. Make my cock yours.” I squeeze my hand on the sides of his throat and I feel him pulsing inside me as I grind against him. He doesn’t last ten more seconds before he roars out my name and I’m filled with his hot cum.
I release his neck and remove him from inside me after a moment. I lay next to him and smile when I feel him pull me to him.
“Give me a minute.” He pants and kisses my jaw. “Let me remember how to walk, and I’ll get you cleaned up.”
I shoot up,gasping for air. I look around the unfamiliar, dark room as panic fills me. Where am I? Where is Atlas?
“Bruno?” I call out. “Atlas?”
“Hey, hey!” Atlas’ shadowed figure climbs up the ladder and rushes to my side, both his hands on either side of my face.
“It’s okay,” He whispers. “What happened Princess?”
